Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Bush-hogging for Horses

Yesterday, John bush-hogged the two horse pastures. One is so lush with clover that it's off limits to my old founder-prone mares. The other has lots of weeds that obscure the little grass that's there.

John knocked down the weeds so Melody and Cupcake could get to the little bit of grass that's there.

The mares waited in the run-in shed while John did his work. Melody thought that the tractor beared watching.

Melody: "Hurry up! I want that grass!"

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Blogger Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Weeds and grass have been growing like crazy this spring. We have some fields that could us a bush hogging.
Did Melody and Cupcake get their grass?

7:59 PM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

They did. Once the tractor left the field, they checked to see what had been uncovered. (They will chase a tractor that's carrying hay, but they're a bit suspicious of tractors that don't carry treats.)

8:21 PM  
Blogger Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

Plus it looks a lot better knocking the weeds down. Kurt did the same thing.

10:26 PM  
Anonymous Diane Novak said...

Becky, cats are like potato chips, you can never have just one!!

You rock girlfriend!! Diane

10:50 PM  

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